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moved his hands up her ribcage and cupped her full breasts. When she didn’t protest, he thumbed the hard tips.
Nikita fed from him as though she were dying of thirst. Her hunger pushed his to new heights. He tugged her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her hands in his hair kept him captive as her tongue plundered the depths of his mouth over and over. He groaned as she began rotating her hips, riding his confined erection.
“This would feel so much better if you were naked, too.”
He stripped off his shirt. She undid his jeans and pushed down his underwear, revealing his swollen cock. Ronan lifted off the couch to lower his clothes to mid-thigh but was stopped by Nikita’s next action. Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she squeezed him hard and stroked upward, eliciting a drop of pre-cum. She shifted her body to the side, leaned over and gave the head of his cock a firm, slow lick like she would taste a lollipop. He could have come then and there. “Shit,” he muttered. “That was so fucking hot.” Frantic, he shoved his jeans down his legs and kicked them, along with his shoes, off his feet.
Nikita was back on him in an instant. She ran her hands up his stomach and over his ribs. Her exploration stopped at his shoulders. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m clean. I’m on the pill.” She traced the shell of his ear with the tip of her tongue before teasing the inner canal. “Witches can’t catch or transmit diseases. I’m going to fuck you hard and I want you to come inside me.”
Ronan ’s cock pulsed so hard that it jumped. She didn’t know what she was asking for. It was exactly what he wanted. Having unprotected sex with her would initiate the formation of the mating bond between them. It would grow stronger each time they made love. Though she seemed to be considering accepting him as her mate, he didn’t think she was ready to start the bond. “I want that too-”
“Sh h. Don’t get sappy on me. This is a one-time fuck. That’s it.”
Disappointed, he put her away from him. She had to be the most stubborn woman he’d ever met. “Nikita, you’re my mate. The second you kissed me—”
“Do you want to do this or not? Trust me, this opportunity will not come up again.”
The right answer, the moral answer, was no. She didn’t understand the ramifications of what they were about to do. But if he didn’t make love to her now, she would leave him and never look back. He couldn’t risk losing her. “I want you.”
She took his hand and led him upstairs. He liked that she didn’t seem at all self-conscious about her body. T hough small in stature, she wasn’t lacking in curves. Her caramel skin seemed to glow. On her right shoulder, she bore the tattoo of the profile of an angel wielding a curved dagger. A single drop of blood dripped from the tip. The angel’s hair and gown seemed to flow with the wind. The work was very detailed and beautiful. He was reaching out to touch it when they reached the bedroom.
“Get on the bed. Sit with you r back pressed to the headboard,” Nikita commanded.
As he followed her instructions, i t occurred to him that she had taken complete control of this situation. She straddled him once more. He took breasts in hand and licked and suckled one while he tugged the other. She fit her pussy to his cock and slipped him between her moist pussy lips, grinding their pelvises together. Ronan groaned. He was afraid he wasn’t going to make it. “You’re killing me,” he muttered, changing breasts. If anything, she rode him harder.
He was more than ready when she positioned him at the entrance. She was hot and very tight. He watched as the head breached her cunt, a visual that had him grinding his teeth and holding his breath. Her heat scalded him. An inch more and she paused, withdrew, and came down again. The sexy little whimpers she emitted as she struggled to take him made him as hard as steel. “Slow down. You can’t
Nikita fed from him as though she were dying of thirst. Her hunger pushed his to new heights. He tugged her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her hands in his hair kept him captive as her tongue plundered the depths of his mouth over and over. He groaned as she began rotating her hips, riding his confined erection.
“This would feel so much better if you were naked, too.”
He stripped off his shirt. She undid his jeans and pushed down his underwear, revealing his swollen cock. Ronan lifted off the couch to lower his clothes to mid-thigh but was stopped by Nikita’s next action. Wrapping her fingers around his cock, she squeezed him hard and stroked upward, eliciting a drop of pre-cum. She shifted her body to the side, leaned over and gave the head of his cock a firm, slow lick like she would taste a lollipop. He could have come then and there. “Shit,” he muttered. “That was so fucking hot.” Frantic, he shoved his jeans down his legs and kicked them, along with his shoes, off his feet.
Nikita was back on him in an instant. She ran her hands up his stomach and over his ribs. Her exploration stopped at his shoulders. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m clean. I’m on the pill.” She traced the shell of his ear with the tip of her tongue before teasing the inner canal. “Witches can’t catch or transmit diseases. I’m going to fuck you hard and I want you to come inside me.”
Ronan ’s cock pulsed so hard that it jumped. She didn’t know what she was asking for. It was exactly what he wanted. Having unprotected sex with her would initiate the formation of the mating bond between them. It would grow stronger each time they made love. Though she seemed to be considering accepting him as her mate, he didn’t think she was ready to start the bond. “I want that too-”
“Sh h. Don’t get sappy on me. This is a one-time fuck. That’s it.”
Disappointed, he put her away from him. She had to be the most stubborn woman he’d ever met. “Nikita, you’re my mate. The second you kissed me—”
“Do you want to do this or not? Trust me, this opportunity will not come up again.”
The right answer, the moral answer, was no. She didn’t understand the ramifications of what they were about to do. But if he didn’t make love to her now, she would leave him and never look back. He couldn’t risk losing her. “I want you.”
She took his hand and led him upstairs. He liked that she didn’t seem at all self-conscious about her body. T hough small in stature, she wasn’t lacking in curves. Her caramel skin seemed to glow. On her right shoulder, she bore the tattoo of the profile of an angel wielding a curved dagger. A single drop of blood dripped from the tip. The angel’s hair and gown seemed to flow with the wind. The work was very detailed and beautiful. He was reaching out to touch it when they reached the bedroom.
“Get on the bed. Sit with you r back pressed to the headboard,” Nikita commanded.
As he followed her instructions, i t occurred to him that she had taken complete control of this situation. She straddled him once more. He took breasts in hand and licked and suckled one while he tugged the other. She fit her pussy to his cock and slipped him between her moist pussy lips, grinding their pelvises together. Ronan groaned. He was afraid he wasn’t going to make it. “You’re killing me,” he muttered, changing breasts. If anything, she rode him harder.
He was more than ready when she positioned him at the entrance. She was hot and very tight. He watched as the head breached her cunt, a visual that had him grinding his teeth and holding his breath. Her heat scalded him. An inch more and she paused, withdrew, and came down again. The sexy little whimpers she emitted as she struggled to take him made him as hard as steel. “Slow down. You can’t
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